The Golden Arrow
The Golden Arrow thunders swiftly,
Flashes past a station green,
Children stand to take it's number
They think "What a marvellous scene!"
Through the town into the country
Hedges, fences whizzing past.
Gathering speed at every minute
Signals come and go so fast.
Heading down into the valley,
Lurching like an angry steed,
Round the bend and through a station,
Going at terrific speed.
Thundering forward, roaring loudly,
London station it approaches.
Hissing sharply, it stops slowly,
With it's line of swaying coaches.
Porters shouting, doors are banging,
"The Golden Arrow" moves again.
Here we'll leave them, moving swiftly,
Waving to another train.
I remember this was written for school and merited three stars! It's interesting to see alliteration and onomatopoeia and good rhythm coming in.
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